Dreams
Drink of Night
A glass made from
midnight
a shot of sleep
a dash of darkness
a pinch of madness
shake don't stir
drink the demons
Opposite
I'm screaming
but I'm sleeping.
I'm angry.
Scared
unable to
wake up
16 legs
Scales
Bulging eyes
Slithering
Leave the children!
Take me!
Low growl.
The monster has
a tear in its eye.
It isn't
a monster
at all.
Responsibility
Wake up suddenly from
a too-long
sleep
What just happened
Don't move
Don't open your eyes
Try to remember
A flying horse carrying
chocolate bars
in a saddle bag
A girl with long flowing
hair
A smiling boy
Both riding the horse
but the horse has
responsibilities
of his own
He's on a special delivery
His name is Hershey
I'm fully-awake now
Float
Wind gently
skims
my face
arms
hands
Sky turns purple
lavender
The wind brings
music
lilting
gentle
Smiling faces float
by
loving the breeze
song
sky
serenity
The Buoy
Walking through
a field
turning into
water
Running
Smiling
Boat arrives
I step into
the
petals
Waves of
pollen
turbulent
bulbs
blankets of
tulips
Sleep arrives
Wind
Flowersgrowwildin
dirtswayinginthebreeze
fromnowheresurprising
tallstalksofsunflowers
seedsblowawaycatchingthe
windlandingpetals
ofrosesandrhododendron
andhydrangeaslowlyfalling
tothegroundwithaslight
thumponlytheanthears
butitsoundslikeacrashwhile
heisenjoyinghistimebelow
thesurfacewithhisfamily
A Bump In The Night
I was always happy to know
you'd be dropping by
on those special
nights with my quarter.
I lost a sacred piece of
my mouth during
the day but
the promise of your
visit made my
soreness
less painful.
I woke up with a bump
on my head.
How was this possible?
I went to bed the night
before excited at the
prospect of getting
my quarter.
Now I am injured.
On closer examination of my forehead,
I discovered a fairy-like imprint upon it.
Does the tooth fairy have bad aim?
Bad coordination?
Two days later
I went to my bedroom floor
in search of my
favorite crayon.
There it was, under
my bed, a tiny tooth fairy-sized
liquor bottle.
Even fairies have hard days.
1985
You wake up and it's
dark but somewhat light
and look around at their
feet with roller skates and
early Michael Jackson in
the background and they
all have leather jackets with
red trim and a white glove
on one hand but the floor
is so glossy and the smiles
so genuine as if they never
left this time or place or
feeling and they all turn
around at once and yell
"1985!" at the top of their
lungs and now it's dark
and I jerk from my snoring.
Sober
Those are the nights,
trying to bring in the light.
Comfortable in my bed,
the sweetest dreams,
sometimes they are a sign.
Did you know what you were doing?
drunk minds, sober thoughts,
they are truly the best ones.
When you wake up screaming and
can't remember why.
Before yesterday morning
the only satisfaction is knowing
I'm not alone.
Husband sleeping sound,
when instead of waking up
you were blindsided.
Irish Sleep
Familiar faces
Galway
Hope
Tradition
Shop signs
ornate text
the same
yet not
Sweet music to
my ears
Voices speaking,
Irish tongue
Loud
Happy
Chatting
Symphony
A cobblestone
street
Smelling fish and chips
I can’t resist
Delicious
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